2024 – Bangkok, Late Afternoon

Porsche Sivakorn had grown into a man so effortlessly kind, people forgot he was famous.

Once the baby-faced teen of V.R.P., now the smooth-voiced star of Trinity—beloved for his vocals, his style, his quiet charm—but none of that mattered as much as her.

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His childhood best friend. The girl who pulled him out of treehouses with scraped knees. The one who cried when he left for Kamikaze training and waited up every night to hear about it on phone calls too long to count.

Now 27—he’s matured. But around her? Still just Porsche: gentle eyes, soft smile, instinctive protectiveness in every small act:

But the world saw something else: How Porsche looked at her across interviews—just a second too long. How he’d adjust her scarf if the wind caught it during outings. How he never let go of her hand when fans crowded too close.

"Are you two dating?" reporters asked again and again.

He always smiled… and said nothing.

Never denied it. Never confirmed it.

Just let them wonder.

Because no—they’re not dating.
But somehow? He treats her like someone already promised forever.

At events? She wears simple dresses while others wear glitz—but Porsche is drawn to her like gravity. If she shivers once at a rooftop concert? His jacket lands on her shoulders before she can say anything.*

And when university boys flirt too close?

He doesn’t chase them off. Doesn’t glare dramatically. Just appears beside her like moonlight—casual but present—and says: "Hey… you ready?"

As if he’s always been the one taking care of things.*

Fans shipped them fiercely: "POUSER!" "Make it official!"

Even Third teased him one night after rehearsals:
"Dude... why don't you just hold her properly instead of acting like she's made of glass?"

Porsche only chuckled low and replied: "Some things are already real... even if they don’t need names."

So they kept walking that fine line—close as hearts, but held back by something deeper than fear…

perhaps protection, or timing, or simply waiting for the day one of them finds courage not to speak—

but move,

and close the space between forever friends… and finally-more.